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“Careful,” Sammy murmured. “Do something stupid and you won’t have to worry about that wound in your shoulder.”
I didn’t want this. I wasn’t backing up to start shit. I was backing up to make sure Busy didn’t get involved. But she already was, wasn’t she? It wasn’t like I ever had a choice really. But this, not being in control, not knowing what was going on, not having any fucking answers, was driving me absolutely insane. The voices in my head were loud. I couldn’t silence them, and I knew the longer time went on where I didn’t have what I was looking for, the voices would eventually take over.
“Take her inside,” Kian told one of his men, releasing Busy.
“What?” Her head whipped around. “No.” Her dark eyes flicked my way. “Please, Uncle Kian.”
He ignored her and took a step toward me, the men shifting around us.
Busy was dragged into the building, her protests grating over every inch of me.
“What are you doing here, Tanner?” Kian asked, stopping a foot away from me. “Rumor has it that you’re running rogue now.”
“Not like I had a choice,” I told him, my head feeling light. I knew that it was only a matter of time before the wound in my shoulder was either going to make me pass out or kill me. Preferably the latter. I needed liquids and meds. I was sure that Busy did a good job at sewing me up, but she wasn’t a professional. The skin around the hole tingled, reminding me of when she brushed her thumb along the damage done to me.
“You always have a choice.” Kian reached inside his leather cut and pulled out a pistol.
I was sure that for anyone else, the sight of the gun would make them uneasy. But me? No, it only excited me. It made me realize that I was still very much alive even though I knew at that moment, Busy’s uncle would rather kill me on the spot. But he wouldn’t. Not when his niece was around.
Kian tilted his head, his dark eyes piercing into me. He was older, probably old enough to be my father, and the president of Mayhem’s Revenge. With graying hair and silver sprouting through his dark beard on his strong jaw, I was sure a lot of women would have considered him the silver fox type.
“Checking me out, Tanner?” Kian scratched his temple with the end of the barrel. “I heard you liked all types but sorry, you don’t do it for me.”
“I don’t have a type. I hate people. End of.” Until I met Busy at least but I wasn’t tellinghimthat.
“Interesting.” He dropped his arm, aiming the gun at me. “Tell me why the fuck you’re here and why my niece is with you.” He looked past me. “Are either of you going to explain or do I need to call your president?”
“He showed up at my place.”
All of us turned toward Busy who was standing at the entrance to the club.
“Why is she out here?” Kian demanded.
“Have you ever tried keeping her in line? These Wolf women are stubborn as fuck,” the man standing behind her said.
“You can thank my mama for that,” Busy told him, standing up straighter, before turning back to her uncle. “Tanner was in my backyard and needed help.”
Kian’s head slowly turned back around. “That true?” he asked, lifting the gun.
“Yes.” But I wasn’t going to tell him any more when we weren’t alone. I didn’t trust his men. I had learned rather quickly that any club could have a mole in it. Didn’t matter how tight the guys were and pretended to be. If the right amount of money came along, even the strongest and most loyal club member could flip.
“I heard there’s a price,” Kian added, cocking the gun and aiming it at me.
Busy gasped.
A deafening silence fell over the group after that.
I stepped toward Kian, grabbing hold of the barrel. “Don’t tease me, Kian. If you’re going to kill me, do it now. And do it quickly because I promise you, it’ll be the only chance you’ll ever get.”
Tanner
GRABBING HOLD OF THEedge of the barrel, I lifted the gun to my forehead.
Busy gasped.
Bodies shifted around us.
Kian stared at me with his cold, calculating eyes.
